drinking from the stream of grace.

I posted this photo of our messy bedroom to Instagram yesterday during a naptime where I just felt like I was getting nothing done, and I was so upset with myself. Like so many of you, I juggle the roles of wife, mama, blogger and shop keeper and sometimes it feels like all of those proverbial balls are just rolling around on the floor while I stand there completely befuddled. 

I have orders to package, but oops, ran out of packaging supplies. Such a bad shop owner. 

Silas ate a peanut butter sandwich for lunch again, and nothing else. I'm an awful mom. 

I'm way too attached to my phone and Chris and I both know it. What a crappy wife, I am. 

I haven't blogged all week, but I'm not sure anyone actually misses me. 

These are honest thoughts that haunt me many days of the week and I'll tell you what-- they are not of Jesus. These thoughts flood my brain and heart when I'm relying on my own strength to be the perfect wife, mama, blogger, etc. They are most poisonous right after a day or two of feeling like I've got my stuff together and 'aren't I awesome at this?!" Today, I'm going back to Jeremiah 17, where I'm told

 "Cursed is the man (or woman!) who trusts in man,who depends on flesh for his strength... but blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes..."

I'm drinking from that stream of grace this morning, embracing the mess (somewhat) and loving on my boys as best as I can.

And you? You're doing a great job, girl. Right where you are, in the mess, in the craziness.